Hi, it’s nice to meet you!
I’m Jaime, pictured below with my husband, Pierre.
You’ll find me behind-the-scenes here at Bubbling Brook. I’m a wife, mom to two boys (16 & 11), and a depression survivor.
I’m passionate about Jesus, the Word, and encouraging believers. And coffee. Definitely coffee.
With my master’s degree in church ministry, plus over 20 years of real life ministry experience (where I’ve served as the pastor’s wife, ministry leader, adjunct professor, and more), I’m on a mission to come alongside you so we can grow together in our faith journey.
Like you, we know what it’s like to do some hard things, to have challenges and successes in life:
- We both went back to school (as married adults!) and earned master’s degrees in leadership and church ministry.
- We served as lead pastor in a beautiful church for eight years.
- We’ve served in church ministry for over 20 years.
- We paid off all our debt.
And truly, there’s so many more things I could share with you. Sitting over a steamy cup of coffee, swapping God-stories… that would be perfect.
Life has been quite a ride, you know?
Life is like a roller-coaster, with some exhilarating highs and a few terrifying, stomach-turning drops. Sometimes you’ve got to white-knuckle your way through parts of it.
The most dangerous thing you can do on a roller coaster is… jump off.
Life might be hard right now, but you can do this. Get a grip and hold on tight. No matter where you’re at on the ride of your life, you have the power to change your perspective, create some new habits, and start living your values… today.
Actually, you know so much more now than you ever did before. You’ve been through some things; you’ve learned some hard lessons. Now is the perfect time to get started.
So, I know you’re asking… why “Bubbling Brook?”
The words of a man’s mouth are like deep waters [copious and difficult to fathom]; The fountain of [mature, godly] wisdom is like a bubbling stream [sparkling, fresh, pure, and life-giving].
When I was a college student, I worked in a college dining hall, and on my way to work at 5:30 every morning I walked past the home of one of my favorite professors. Through a window I could see the light on his desk, morning after morning.
At night I stayed late at the library to take advantage of evening study hours, and returning home at 10:30 or 11 o’clock, I would again see his desk light on. He was always poring over his books.
One day he invited me home for lunch, and after the meal I said to him, “Would you mind if I asked you a question?”
“Of course not.”
“What keeps you studying? You never seem to stop.”
His answer, I learned later, was in the words of another — but they had become his own: “Son, I would rather have my students drink from a running stream than a stagnant pool.”